The sound of my feet on the ground
A faint whisper, the breath of the dying
The time and the impact
Of my stay here
Barely heard
Barely seen
And gone already
The lines around my eyes
And the weight of my skin, my bones
The slow pull of the ground
Of the things beneath, the call
Hungry for me
To turn me into soil
The shiver every night
One day closer
I get no consolation
From stardust and celestial tales
Nor wind nor rain nor stone
The terror of the flesh
The horror of the mind
And no God to embrace and tell me sweet sweet lies
From Eternity, no comforting smile
A cold walk in the woods
Naked and half mad
No path through the brambles
And no escape from the wolf.
